tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post115210953477158639..comments2024-03-17T02:20:03.772-05:00Comments on Riding With The Top Down: The Burning QuestionKathleen Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13561028604927993773noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1152136600076185162006-07-05T16:56:00.000-05:002006-07-05T16:56:00.000-05:00A funeral. I was there. The books were in the car....A funeral. I was there. The books were in the car. Somebody asked if they could see one, the next thing I know, I'm in the vestibule signing books. It was a decidely weird moment. <BR/><BR/>The other weird one was a pro-choice rally. Truly bizarre given what Heart of Stone is about. But, yet again, it was one of those moments where I was there, somebody who knew somebody I knew, who happened to be with me, came over, they got to talking, she told her about my book, I had some in the van, the next thing I know, I'm signing books. . .I think they were no doubt REALLY surprised when they got the book home and actually read it!Mz. Mbthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01517821629098265319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1152119259942507322006-07-05T12:07:00.000-05:002006-07-05T12:07:00.000-05:00I've done the tent signing at 105 in the shade, to...I've done the tent signing at 105 in the shade, too. It was the ND Centennial--1990--on the capitol grounds with a bunch of authors in tight quarters, me sweating like the proverbial horse. I'm a sweater. <BR/><BR/>The worst place was probably a grocery store, in the front right next to the baskets. Customers expect Girl Scouts selling cookies, but not writers signing books. <BR/><BR/>The funniest--again in ND--was signing with a cowboy poet sporting a 12 inch (on each side) handlebar mustache that kids tugged on to see that it was real and "The Wild Norwegian" who had self-published his memoirs and did a very good rendition of "I just (yust) go nuts at Christmas" by request.Kathleen Eaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13561028604927993773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1152117874333090002006-07-05T11:44:00.000-05:002006-07-05T11:44:00.000-05:00Wow, Anne, that's a good one, and you're right, I ...Wow, Anne, that's a good one, and you're right, I can't beat that.<BR/><BR/>I haven't had any signings yet, but I have been to other authors' signings and the strangest place I've ever been was one of Connie Brockway's in the produce section of a Rainbow Foods store. It was chilly, weird, but she managed to keep her sense of humor.Helen Brennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680081195181747377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1152114602184235592006-07-05T10:50:00.000-05:002006-07-05T10:50:00.000-05:00okay, let's see if anybody can beat this:the wrest...okay, let's see if anybody can beat this:<BR/><BR/>the wrestling tent at a county fair --<BR/><BR/>~ middle of the day<BR/>~ kids' day<BR/>~ 95 degrees in the shade<BR/>~livestock show going on in nearby barn (my husband came along to watch that. the judge ended up being a good friend of his. what are you doing here? my wife's signing books in the wrestling tent. huh?)<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>there were about 5 of us, and they kept announcing our visit on the loudspeaker. over and over and over in a very strange, theatrical way.<BR/><BR/><BR/>i felt like i'd joined a freakin' freak show.<BR/><BR/>come and see the ladies with the giant pens. <BR/><BR/>i don't think any of us signed a single book. we were way off to one corner of the grounds, and maybe 10 people wandered by -- most were carnies and a couple of them admired the covers but admitted they didn't know how to read.anne frasierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044828332429421657noreply@blogger.com